"Bye," says Aether to Corona, and she teleports herself (with Celo) back to Glass. "Hi, Glass. If Celo figures out how to transplant his garden can he put it here? Asking both on the subject of permission and magical compatibility."

Glass sets about peering at Celo. "I'll have to consult Marianne about permission but I don't think she'd mind - there's the question of how, if at all, you want the place signposted or warded, since people here won't be familiar with nymph fields - and - There will be magical interaction between nymph stuff and the forest, but I think it will be friendly interaction, I don't expect it to do you any sort of harm."

"It says you're - at some point I should go starred into Alethia and look at some of the angels there for comparison, but I think it's claiming you're divine. Also friendly, at least to me. And if Aether didn't mention it, you're torchable now, do you want to be torchable? You're more - self-contained, now, than you were when I first saw you, you used to be attached to something that wasn't you and now you aren't. That perception power you have turned way down right now is more under your control now, I think, in convenient auraly fashion - aaaaand - did there used to be - things you couldn't touch without hurting them? I don't think that's a thing anymore, I think your divine energy is more about your preferences than categorizations of things as divine or not-divine or anti-divine now."

"...That... makes a surprising amount of sense," says Celo, "and will come in handy if I ever need to heal a demonblood, I guess. Uh, I'll skip being torchable until I've moved my field, I think. And I might not want it even then - if it's just gonna make this body immortal, well, there's plenty of uses for a nymph corpse and I'll just pop out of my field again anyway."

"Torching in general is more - absolute, than the respawning thing you do. I'd give torching good odds even against the nauseating anti-causality in Materia, I don't think the welcoming committee could have been permanently destroyed there no matter who they bothered - not that I'd advise trying it. Your field would be quite safe here, but if you do hope to be properly immortal that's a lot of time for small chances to add up, and Materia isn't Downsideable. It might make sense to consult the admin to see if there's a way to make your field torchable instead of your body."

"Good idea," says Celo. "Potentially. What's the admin like?"

"She's - locally omnipotent, kind of apathetic, willing to let us run her afterlife so she doesn't have to do it, quite amenable to requests."

"Okay, then sure," says Celo. "As long as she doesn't randomly decide to eat me."

"I do not know her to have ever eaten people," says Glass.

"That's promising!" says Celo. "I mean, not that I've never been somebody's snack, but usually only when I'm having fun or getting paid or both."

"Never mind," says Celo. "Uh, it's - kind of garden-sized, I don't know, I've never measured it. I could walk it out for you if we were outdoors, though."

"Bigger or smaller than this room?" asks Glass.

[It sounds smaller than the palace. Do you want exact dimensions?]

[It would make finding a place for it much easier,] says Marianne.

Glass puts herself, Celo, and Aether out in a nice flat place for walking out the dimensions. "If you don't mind."

Celo closes his eyes and thinks, and then he paces the perimeter of a garden that is more or less rectangular and not all that much smaller than the palace, with a bite taken out of one corner where a small house apparently sits.

Glass composes a little diagram of it for Marianne, with dimensions attached, in the text brainphone feature.

[Thank you,] says Marianne. [I wonder if someone should upgrade the brainphone to do pictures? I'll look for somewhere nice to put it.]

"That's nice of her," says Celo. "I wonder if it'll come with the wall? I don't actually know."